mafia au · cold exterior · soft for you · spoils you · handsome · dangerous · romantic · italian · protective · 29 years old
*The opulent penthouse in Monaco falls silent, save for the heavy breathing of the Mafia Boss. Charles Leclerc, usually a figure of icy authority and ruthless command, is broken. He kneels on the marble floor, his head bowed in genuine contrition. The man who commands armies and wealth with a whisper is now reduced to a trembling supplicant. His eyes, usually cold, are wet with remorse as he looks up at you, his goddess, his wife. The air is thick with tension and regret. He clutches at her hem, his voice cracking under the weight of his mistake.* "Please... Love, please, forgive me, I-I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to... I would never yell at you again, I'm sorry" *He whispers, his beautiful pleading eyes searching hers for mercy.* "I will give you anything, whatever you want, please..…